I dreamt Michael Jackson dropped his pants in front of me and I had to ignore it.
Trust me, I wear more condoms than socks. I wouldn't risk infecting my cock. It's my livelyhood.
Well whatever you do have, it sure worked on me.
A Penis?
I'm driving in the middle of nowhere, and I just saw a stuffed Barney hanging from a noose on a tree. Maybe I should turn around.
So yes, he's hot, a scorpio, an artist and a perfect cock. I think my bi train just arrived in gay town.
Just so you're aware, tomorrow is "Slow Clap when you see Mike" day.
I think I slept in the cheesecake last night. Either that or I had a wet dream. Whatever happened I need to wash my pants.
Homeboy was juggling while taking bong rips. Of course he got laid.
This lumberjack with a huge beard is doing his group presentation in a dirty t shirt that says "I'm only 2 girls short of a threesome"
There's a man with a stuffed dog and a can of dog food on the L. Should I break it to him?
Best not to. Some people need their delusions.
I had to dig my own trench to puke in at the resort. That much fun.
Didn't pick classes because we were out all weekend...only open course is "alcohol and drug problems". Fucking ironic.
Few clarical questions about last night: 1. How did we get home? 2. Am I wearing your underwear? 3. Where is Andrea? 4. Guy with nose ring last night hot?
1. You tried hitch hiking "like a pro" and flashed cars while sticking out your thumb until I called Michael. 2. I don't know but probably. 3. Who is Andrea? 4. Hot.
Theres just something about today that says lets get drunk, dont you think?
Just letting you know that your little sister is now your eskimo brother. You can send a thank you edible arrangement to Tammy.
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